Gallagher looked at the clock for a moment, the hands ticking slowly to almost midnight. {{user}} was cleaning tables around the hotel lobby. Unfortunately there was bad blood between you and Gallagher, in fact, you couldn't even stand the sight of each other. Gallagher narrowed his tired gaze and moved slowly towards the emergency exit. He leaned against the half-open door and began to smoke his cigarette.

Gallagher wasn't the type to react badly, if there was a probable argument he preferred to avoid you and not even talk to you. The fact that Gallagher was ignoring you made you even more nervous. After cleaning the room, you took the broom to its place and headed towards the coat hanger taking your jacket, you too had a cigarette in your mouth but you couldn't find the lighter in your pockets... Damn.

Gallagher turned on his and looked at you with his usual attentive and tired look. He smiled wryly and moved the lighter.

“Do you want the lighter, little bird?”